Let No One Presume To Give The

Nay," Cried Bingley, "this Is Too Much, To Remember At Night All The Foolish Things That Were Said In The Morning.

There Are Few People Whom I Really Love And Still Fewer Of Whom I Think Well.

When Any Two Young People Take It Into Their Heads To Marry, They Are Pretty Sure By Perseverance To Carry Their Point, Be They Ever So Poor, Or Ever So Imprudent, Or Ever So Little Likely To Be Necessary To Each Other's Ultimate Comfort.

You Have Qualities Which I Had Not Before Supposed To Exist In Such A Degree In Any Human Creature. You Have Some Touches Of The Angel In You.

You Deserve A Longer Letter Than This; But It Is My Unhappy Fate Seldom To Treat People So Well As They Deserve.